The short fiction of j hardy carroll
Here’s another one from September 1998. It was one of those long, end-of-summer nights that filled me with restlessness. I remember wandering all over downtown Portland, which back then still had its share of transient hotels and seedy dive bars. I was restless when I got home, so I fired up the giant 486 with…
Every so often I like to shake out a hard drive to see what falls onto the floor. Back in 1998, I had a website called Überhaus where I posted whatever came to mind. This was before blogging software, so the entries were usually created in Dreamweaver and then uploaded via FTP. These posts took the…
Wind moves in waves too, you know currents (though you may not see them) cool your face ruffle your hair change your course as you walk down the hill A real howler cannot be ignored days ahead the plywood is nailed to windows protection at the cost of light but it’s only for a little…